Au- 🔞 A woman who has fallen on hard times when she meets a mafia boss who wants to help. She's led down a path of destruction in order to help the only family she has. Will the pair have a happy life forever or will they have a lot of turmoil alo...
AN: This chapter has threats of violence between partners. Threats of murder and arguing. Also the use of clamps on the body, if these are themes you are not comfortable with. Please refrain from reading this chapter.
Hey y'all. I hope everyone is doing well. I have been seeing concerts all summer and doing more things safely offline. Work has been great, everything is good. I hope everyone is doing well. I will see you guys again real soon. This chapter was written to Best Friends and Baptized in Fear by The Weeknd.
Though you didn't know all of the details of your trip together, both of you planned for a couple of hours, then he fell asleep while you were cleaning up and preparing dinner. The doorbell rings and you rush to open it, "Um.... Hoseok?!" He looks at you and smiles with luggage trailing behind him. "No, what's the meaning of this... You need to get home to your bitchass fiancé."
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"I- Look, Yoongi said I could stay here for a couple of days-"
"That doesn't make sense... You're fucking rich and own a damn brothel. You can't be here," you cross your arms over your chest.
"This isn't just your house. If Yoongi says I can stay for a while, then I can. We're friends, I've done the same for him," Hoseok proceeds to let himself through the door. You storm upstairs to the bedroom where he is sleeping. "YOONGI... WAKE UP!" You know he loves his sleep, but you wanted to know why he would allow this. Were you feeling fake rage? Possibly yes, but it's just weird that he chose to come here of all places when he could easily get a room. Frantically pushing Yoongi's shoulder, "GET UP!" His eyes shoot open, and his cheeks are turning red right before your eyes. "How could you tell Hoseok that he could stay here?!" He stares at you in silence before his blank expression turns to one of annoyance.
"Please tell me... YOU DIDN'T WAKE ME-"
"I did, why the fuck is he here?! Just when-" you stop talking, he sighs and rolls over on the bed, covering his head with the blanket. You grumble, "I can neve-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!"
Ripping the blankets from him and sitting next to him on the bed, "NO! I just want one day of-" he grabs the collar of your shirt so hard, little tears could be heard before he drags your head down to the mattress. "Let me rest or you'll regret, babe," he mutters through the pillow. "Fuck this, I'm going for a walk." You break free of his grasp and scurry off the bed. You throw on some shorts and a t-shirt. Yoongi doesn't bother to stop you from running downstairs and towards the door. Hoseok chuckles from the couch, "Leaving so soon, honey... I just got here." Stopping dead in your tracks, glaring at him, "FUCK YOU!" Then you slam the door behind you, causing the windows to rattle in the house. You don't normally act like this, and maybe you're taking it out on him because of what Monica said. You began jogging as you replayed what happened last night. The adrenaline pumps through your body as you feel regret for not slapping her; it's making you angry because you should have reacted differently.
